Waifs and Strays [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Eleven

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Harry's POV

"HARREEEEEHH!"

I hear Nialls voice booming through the tunnels long before he yanks the red curtain to the side and appears in my little prison, with a big, fat smile on his face.

He stands there and looks at me with wide, joyous eyes while his whole body is heaving with his heavy breathing. He must have run here.

"Harry!" Niall exclaims again, this time a lot more calm. It sounds final, like he has been searching for me for ages and finally found me.

I cuckle in amusement. "What's up, Niall?" I say.

"We're letting you out!" he cheers and throws his hands in the air.

My heart jumps.

"What?" I say, at the same time the Spanish looking guy does. He has been guarding me for the past few hours. He doesn't talk much, at least not to me.

Niall turns to him and shakes his head. "Only at daytime," he says and my heart sinks again, "Louis agreed to letting him walk around with us."

Wow, for a minute there, I actually believed they would let me go for real.

Niall starts walking towards the other guy. "We haven't had dinner yet. I think we can start now," he winks at me and holds his hand out to the guy on the floor.

He only looks back at Niall with a confused expression on his face.

"The keys, Carlos," Niall laughs. So his name is Carlos. "How am I supposed to get Harry out of there?"

When Niall starts to unlock my cage, excitement starts to build in my chest. Yes, I won't be free and I'm still their prisoner, but I will only have to come back here for the nights. I can actually use my legs again and do something else then counting the bars of the cage over and over again. It's 32, and it hasn't changed since I got here.

The lock klicks and Niall opens the cage door. It's not the first time I got out of this hole, I have been out twice a day plus the bath I was allowed yesterday. But this time feels different, it feels like getting a part of my freedom back.

Niall helps me out and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey brother," he smiles and moves to my back to start untying my hands.

I only stare at Carlos who stares back at me with the same perplexed expression that my own face is probably wearing right now.

What is it about this kid that treats me like an old friend? Sometimes I'm not quite sure if he is for real or just messing with me, laughing behind my back.

"You're untying him?" Carlos' eyes flicker over my shoulder to Niall.

"Yeah, why not?" I hear Niall's voice right behind me.

"Hm, I don't know," Carlos says, finally getting up from the ground. "He could try to strangle someone or get his hands on a knife and stab you," he says, at which Niall only laughs.

"Harry? Nah, Harry's cool," he says, but then his fingers go still as he pauses. "You're cool, right?" he hums and I'm pretty sure he is talking to me now, so I nod my head quickly.

"He's cool," Niall repeats.

In the next moment, I can feel the harsh rope falling from my wrists. It's such a good feeling but my skin feels raw and itchy. I bring my hands together infront of my chest and carefully rub at my wrists to help the pain subside.